Summer with Carly

All of it by itself was pretty simple, but all of it together was certainly going to make for full days. I started working in the barn to prep stuff for sale. I barely knew what I was doing, but Uncle John came by a few times to nod and pat me on the back. I was sweating my ass off and my back was hurting so I was pretty sure I was earning my keep.

Aunt Karen walked by the barn after a few hours and gave instructions on what was needed at the produce stand. She helped me load up the cart that was attached to a four wheeler so I could deliver the produce to the stand at the end of the driveway. After finishing off the trailer, I hopped on the four wheeler and headed down the driveway.

I was excited to see Carly, but was nervous about looking her in the eye. I don't think a person can tell you've secretly seen them naked by looking in your eyes, but there's always a chance. I pulled up to the back door of the stand and poked my head in the door. Uncle John's produce took up the most room, but everything from strawberries to knitted pot holders were on display.

Carly was at the checkout end of the stand looking fantastic in a white blouse that hung off a shoulder and khaki shorts which were somehow shorter than the jean shorts from yesterday. She wore brown open-toe sandals which gave a view of those glorious little feet and red polished toes.

She looked over from the register and noticed me looking in. The look on her face was very un-Carly. I squinted a bit reflexively just in case she could see the memory of last night in my eyes, but when she started stomped towards me with her fists balled up, I knew it was too late.

She punched me in the shoulder and sneered "I heard you last night."

I wittily replied "uh...."

Thankfully a customer called to Carly at the register and pulled her away before she maimed me. As she turned she forced a quick "this isn't over" through her gritted teeth. I swallowed hard knowing I had really screwed up by not making my presence known sooner. Oh well, only 6 more weeks of dirty looks from my only friend for hundreds of miles. How hard could it be?

She finished with the customer, handing back their change with the most polite smile I've ever seen. She turned on her heel towards me and stomped back in my direction. Even with her face scrunched up and turning slightly red, she was adorable. Her tiny little nose was twisted by her expression in the cutest way. I figured she might beat me to death in the next few minutes, but I doubt a jury would convict her.

She reached me and stood, large chest to abdomen. She started poking me in the chest and whisper-shouted, "So I suppose you get off spying on girls in their private moments, huh?"

"It... I..." I stammered, but her poking was making me mad. I was turning red from embarrassment and my heartbeat was pounding through my head. I decided to be very un-Jake like and respond confidently "Well, yeah, I do!"

Her face loosened and she burst out laughing.

"Sure sounded like it!"

I was stunned. She'd been screwing with me! And screwing with me about something very taboo!

"All those unghs and ahhs, I'm surprised you didn't wake my parents!" Carly's laughing continued.

I put my hand over my abused heart.

"Why did you do that to me? I almost had another heart attack!" I was bending over, but trying not to go to one knee.

"Cause I thought it would be funny. And damn, it sure was!" She continued laughing, but feigned concern. "Aww, settle down, you're fine you big baby. Learn to laugh a little". I stood up straight and looked down into her smiling face. Her cheeks were red and her eyes were wet from laughing. Yep, she could have killed me and even I wouldn't have convicted her with that smile.

"Wait, what do you mean another heart attack?" she looked at me cautiously.

"When you dropped your phone... When I saw you crawl after it... I thought I was going to die there on the spot," I said and dropped my eyes.

"I look that bad?" Carly tilted her head to the side.

"Oh god no, Carly. It was the most amazing thing I'd ever seen. You're so gorgeous" I stared into her eyes and noticed them soften. She rocked back and forth on her heels. A small smile appeared at the corners of her mouth. Not the wide open Carly smile I was used to, but one I liked even more.

"So I made you hot?" she asked, looking up at me from under her eyelashes. I nodded slowly. I saw several older women pile out of a minivan and begin walking to the stand. When I looked back to Carly, she surprised me by bursting up on her tip toes and pulling me down by my collar. She whispered in my ear "Good, because thinking of you stroking your cock while watching me made my panties wet all morning."

She let go and bounded off towards the group of lady shoppers. She called out over her shoulder, "I'm going to meet friends at 6. You're going with me, but you have to shower first. You're gross!" With the last bit, she gave me a wink over her shoulder.

Carly went to work on the register while I unpacked the trailer. I kept stealing glances at her while I moved back and forth, but she never looked my way. To say I was distracted was a gross understatement. I walked half way back to the barn before I remembered I had driven the four wheeler down.

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Around 4 that afternoon, Uncle John found me milling around the barn and told me I was done for the day. He was pretty impressed with how clean I had made the barn. He didn't know I lost about 4 hours in deep thought while I cleaned trying not to have a hard on over his daughter. It was a losing battle.

I sat on the porch trying to focus on my Vonnegut novel and waiting for Carly to come back from the stand. It was no use. I don't think I finished a page during the hour-long wait. I eventually saw her running up to the porch, almost skipping. She flew up the porch and flew past me with a small smile. It was an "I know something you don't know" kind of smile.

She burst through the door and yelled out, "I'm going into town to meet the ladies, Mom. Don't worry about dinner for us, I'm takin' Jake with me. We need someone to make fun of while we eat." She bounced up the stairs and added in a sing-songy lilt "He has to take a shower first though, he smells like shit!"

"CARLY!!!" Aunt Karen yelled. "Watch your mouth!"

I had to smile. I was falling hard for Carly. Life had been lonely for a while now. Whatever else was going to happen during my stay here, Carly was comfortable to be around. The little anxious voices trying to bring me down from within knew to shut up when I was around her.

I walked inside. Aunt Karen looked at me apologetically. I said, rather loudly "It's ok Aunt Karen, children can be very rude as they struggle to reach adulthood."

"I HEARD THAT" Carly yelled from upstairs. Aunt Karen smiled and made her eyes big in an exasperated expression. Uncle John walked in from the kitchen and handed me a $20 "for your trouble" he said with a similar exasperated expression.

By 5:45 I was cleaned up and riding shotgun in my Uncle's F150 heading towards town. Carly was driving. She looked very small in the large cab. I heard her rinse off in the master bathroom shower in her parents room right before I jumped into the shower in the hallway bathroom. She'd changed into a deep necked black blouse over a tight gray undershirt to limit the cleavage. She'd kept the khaki shorts and sandals. Her curly hair was out of its bun and pulled back into a loose ponytail with a portion of her bangs escaping down to her cheek.

She drove silently while I stared her up and down. The sun was on her side of the truck giving her a slight halo. She was a safe driver with her hands glued to 10 and 2. She'd pulled a pillow from behind the seat when we jumped in the truck. The pillow was now behind her, helping her reach the pedals. She'd given me a very stern point of her finger to ensure I knew not to comment on her pillow. I put up both hands in a defensive gesture and shook my head.

I was about to break the silence when she flipped the turn signal and began to slow down. We were still at least 5 minutes from town so I was confused. She pulled off onto a dirt road in between two cornfields and headed towards a set of trees which further separated the fields. The thin road circled the trees and must have been a turnaround area for a tractor when the corn was high.

When she pulled to a stop behind the trees we were completely blocked from the road. The other side of the truck faced shin-high corn all the way to the horizon. Though only a few hundred yards from the main road, we were invisible to the world.

She turned towards me and crossed one leg over the other. She gave me a shrewd look and tented her finger one by one in front of her. In a horrible German accent she asked "So, Messer Jake, your curiosity hass gotten you into un mess. You vill have to answer mein quvestions now."

"So, were not going to meet your friends?" I turned and matched her crossed leg stance.

"Boy, you catch on quick. No. I've been thinking about last night all day. I was so excited by the idea of you seeing me. But I'm also excited cause now I have you in my debt. I can ask you questions and get you to do anything I want." She smiled proudly at the last bit.

"You figure I'm in your debt, huh?" I didn't bother to tell her I would have done anything she asked anyways. It was more entertaining for her to pull it out of me while I feigned resistance. "Ok, do your worst."

"First off, how often do you play with yourself?" Strong right out of the gate just like Carly.

"Ok, but any question I answer you have to answer as well." I was turning red and needed something to ease my embarrassment. I was thinking we could share in our shame, but Carly didn't seem to have shyness or shame in here genes. She nodded while raising an eyebrow so I continued. "2-3 times a week, you?"

"Once a day at least." She said it with such casualness, but my heart jumped in my throat. The idea of her having that much need blew me away. She followed up with a whole slew of other questions. "How do you do it? Do you look at stuff? What type of stuff? Take it slow? Go real fast? Fantasize? Use toys...?"

"Whoa, that's a lot." I paused, but she rolled her hand in the air to hurry me up. "Well...I usually wait till I'm the only one in the house and go on the internet. I look at stuff girls post themselves on line. You know, the selfie in the mirror kind of stuff." I paused again.

"And? Keep going, you're not done yet!"

I had to shift a little as my jeans were getting very tight in the front. As embarrassed as I felt, I was excited to be discussing my jerk off habits. Seeing Carly so interested was making my dick strain against my jeans looking for any type of touch to get off.

"I like to take my time. I think about touching the girls. I...." I broke off before saying the most embarrassing part. Carly put her hands out and gave me a gimmee-gimmee gesture. "Well, I think about cumming on them."

Her jaw dropped. "You're a dirty one aren't you? Always the quiet ones..." She saw me look down in shame. "Aww, that's not what I meant. " She reached over and briefly rubbed/patted the bent leg I had on the bench seat. My dick strained against my jeans as if it were a cobra wanting to strike that hand.

"I look at stuff too you know."

I perked back up and stared at her. "I saw something on your phone when you picked it up."

"Wow, eagle eye! I was looking at dirty pics from an app I have. It's supposed to have funny stuff, but human beings can't seem to avoid putting porn everywhere." I loosened up and smiled a bit as she continued, "I like seeing guys go off. It's just awesome to see them clench up and spurt everywhere."

I had to shift again. I was getting a tingling sensation I had never felt before on the sensitive patch near the tip of my dick. As hard as I was, I was afraid I'd do permanent damage if my situation didn't change soon.

"Ok, next question, have you ever done it with a girl?" She leaned forward in anticipation.

"No, I have felt them up and stuff. I made one girl go off through her jeans, but I always seem to ruin things before we get any closer."

"Ok, save that thought. I'm going to delve into that one later". She made a note taking motion in the air. "My turn, and no I haven't been with a guy."

I felt relief for some reason. She was becoming "mine" in my head and I liked the idea of no one having her before.

"I tried to give a handy to a guy once, but as soon as I touched it through his boxers, he went off all over himself. It was a mess"

I had to laugh a bit, but I was certainly worried the same thing would happen to me in a few seconds if she kept talking like this.

"Another guy I really liked, but he turned out to be an ass. He was older and popular so I tried to impress him by going down on him. But every time I put my mouth on him he tried to jam it down my throat like I was some pocket pussy. I gave it a couple of tries, but I wasn't big on the whole gagging thing so I got mad and ran out of his house." She scrunched up her face and crossed her arms.

"Guys suck" I tried to be sympathetic. The story did nothing to help my situation. The idea of her sliding my fly down so she could touch my cock was making it throb. I shifted again trying to find some angle of comfort.

She clearly noticed my discomfort. "Ok, I'm still in charge here. Take 'em off" My eyes got huge and she laughed. "I mean it. You've seen me, now I see you. Pull him out!"

Normally, my anxiety would kick in right about here as I feared I was being set up. But with Carly, I knew I was safe.

"What do you want? You need sexy music or something to shimmy out of those things?" She sneered at me, but I could see the curiosity in her eyes.

"No, I'll do it." I unbuttoned my jeans and slid the zipper down. I slid the jeans down to my feet and pulled them off with my shoes. My cock tented in my boxers with a relief, like getting a breath of fresh air after being cooped up in a musty house.

"Boxers too. I'm not going to get cheated here," she said with a huge smile. She leaned forward hungrily. The look in her eyes made 'him' throb even more. He was bouncing back and forth like a caged animal.

I tried to pull my boxers down, but my cock was catching in the elastic. I felt bigger than ever as I finagled it around the band and slid them down. I folded them over trying to hide the wet spot my precum had created as I pulled the loose underwear off my feet. I pulled off my socks as well and sat back in the seat normally. I wanted to touch my cock badly, but I prudishly rested my hands on my thighs.

"Now you're hiding from me. Turn back to me like you were before," Carly said. She made a downward twirling movement with her finger. I felt a bit degraded by the gesture, but excited none the less. Whatever she wanted, she was going to get. I leaned back against the door, now facing her.

"Nice... how big are you?" I looked away from her, but she continued "Come on now, I know you've measured. Put your leg against the seat and let me see."

I turned toward her and put my leg against the seat. I was now spread in front of her, my cock bobbing. "What makes you think I've measured?"

"You're a guy" she giggled. "Guys are always doing gross stuff like that. You're fascinated by it"

"Well... I don't know exactly" I stalled. She gave me the gimmee-gimmee motion again. "All right, 7 and ¾ inches long and 2 and ¾ inches around."

Carly burst out laughing "GOD, you're such a nerd to have done it in fractions. I'm surprised you didn't do it in metrics and decimals."

Jokes on you as I did and its 19.68cm x 6.99cm I thought but didn't say out loud. I was a nerd, but I didn't need to prove it for her.

"Well, you're a nerd who's pretty cute with a big dick, so you've got that going for you. Also, I'm surprised you actually have abs and a little bit of muscle. I didn't think you ever moved away from your computer." I finally relaxed with that comment. She was genuinely enjoying this. She lifted her bent leg and put it to mine against the seat. Our bare legs were touching now making an M against the bench seat back. She was now spread facing me, though fully clothed.

My eyes drifted down and spotted a wet mark at the center of her shorts. She had soaked through the fabric. The bigger development was that I could tell she wasn't wearing panties under her shorts. I made out a small tuft of brown hair at the top of her mound. I could also see the puffy, pink skin of her outer labia peeking out the side of her shorts. She was clearly shaved or waxed down below. I couldn't yet see her inner folds, but this was more than enough to make "him" bob up and down in anticipation.

Carly giggled "So it looks like he appreciates a well groomed pussy, huh?" She pointed to my hard, bobbing cock. "Are you doing that?"

"No, well I can, but it's kind of involuntary. He's just really excited." I tried to manage a smile, but I was breathing hard and focused on the small amount of her I could see peeking out of those shorts. I wanted to beg her to pull them to the side to give me a better view, but I kept it cool. As cool as I could with my cock out and bobbing in front of her, at least.

"Make him dance!" She clapped her hands in excitement.

I gave her a disgusted look but complied. I flexed the muscles which pulled him almost to my flat stomach and then let him drop to a 45 degree angle. He wasn't going any lower than that until something was done to satisfy him. He truly had become a "him" with a mind of his own.

She was giggling as she watched him go up and down. On a particularly strenuous jerk, the tip came all the way back to my abs and splattered a bit of the leaking precum there.

"Ooooh" she cooed. She took a sharp breath in and said "Oh, hell yeah. That's so hot."

She slid her right hand into the gap I had been ogling in her shorts. She used her other hand to toss me the small makeup case she'd brought with her. "There's a little bottle of lube in there. If you're nice, I'll tell you why I have it..... but later, need to do this NOW!"

I found the little black bottle with an odd name on it and looked at her fearfully.

"Come on, don't get shy on me now. Use it to stroke that big cock of yours for me."

I was still tentative. "I need to see more of you then," I said as I opened the lube. "I didn't see much of you at all last night."

"Allrigt, I know what you want." She took both hands and pulled off the black blouse, leaving her in a tight gray body shirt with thin strings holding it up. She was much slimmer than I had expected. Her breasts made almost every other shirt she wore billow out from her waist. As she sat there, though, I could tell the taught abs I felt yesterday were definitely there. I sucked in my breath in anticipation.

"Ok, I'll go the next step once you start stroking," she said playfully.

I dropped some of the lube in my right hand and slid it the length of my shaft. I almost went off right there. It felt amazing to finally touch him after all of this build up. I reminded myself to take it easy and not go off to early. I had no idea how many of these opportunities I would have.

I used my left hand to mock her gimmee-gimme gesture. She smiled "Ok, Ok, here I go. She pulled the tight top off with some difficulty. The top had built in support that was getting caught under her enormous tits. She wasn't wearing a bra to my amazement. Those things were sitting high mostly on their own.

Once the support netting slipped off, her gorgeous breasts fell out, but didn't fall much. They were beautiful. They had to have been at least DDs, but they were perfectly round. Her pink areolas were small in comparison, barely larger than a quarter. Little nubs poked out from them a shade darker than her areolas.